Watching.
Even Lyra.
And Damian too.
Nolan frowned.
"Hey."
"Why are you all still here?"
"I am about to get dressed."
Celia forced a smile.
"It is fine, Master."
"Just pretend we are not here."
The others nodded in agreement.
Nolan's expression went flat.
"All of you."
"Go outside."
"Now."
They paused.
Then slowly turned and began walking out.
Clearly a little disappointed.
Nolan sighed.
"Damian wait."
Damian stopped.
"Why are you walking out with your head down like that?" Nolan said.
"Aren't you a man like me?"
Damian blinked, then nodded quickly.
"Yes, Master."
And walked out properly this time.
The door closed.
Silence.
Nolan shook his head slightly.
"What is wrong with them?"
After a while, Nolan stepped out from his room.
He was now dressed in a unique Elven outfit.
A green upper garment made from finely woven leaves, paired with matching green trousers.
The material felt light, yet strangely refined.
Linda stepped forward with a bright smile.
